In the heart of every home, a woman resides,
A guardian of comfort, where love abides.
With tender touch and nurturing care,
She weaves a haven, a sanctuary rare.

She is the pillar that holds it all,
The one who answers every call.
Her presence is a soothing balm,
Creating peace and bringing calm.

With gentle hands and guiding light,
She turns a house into a place so bright.
Her warmth envelops every room,
Dispelling darkness, erasing gloom.

She tends to hearth with grace and flair,
Filling it with laughter, love, and care.
She stirs the pot with flavors divine,
Serving meals that make hearts entwine.

From dawn till dusk, she toils with pride,
Creating a haven where souls can confide.
She keeps the flame of love aglow,
Embracing all, friend and kin, high and low.

In her embrace, worries fade away,
As she spreads comfort day by day.
Her touch, a healing balm for all,
In her presence, troubles stand small.

She is the guardian of home's embrace,
A beacon of love, a sheltered space.
Her love, a fortress, strong and true,
Protecting all who reside and pass through.

So let us honor the woman divine,
Whose love and care forever shine.
For she's the heart, the soul, the glue,
The guardian of home's warm and true.

In every home, she's a cherished gem,
The woman, the keeper, the truest femme.
Her spirit echoes through walls and doors,
Filling every corner, forevermore.

So here's to the women, strong and kind,
Who make a house a haven, you'll find.
They are the guardians of home's sweet embrace,
Creating love, warmth, and endless grace.